2016-07-18

Dust
— poem by Ananya S. Guha

Angular
dust shapes 
everyday thinking 
into minutiae 
speckled, dust 
raises pillar of fortitude,
shaking, crumbling 
in grey fear oxen driven
greyhounds. 
Dust has particular East 
particular West into amorphous 
tongue tied ghosts of beaten 
track. Everywhere. Nowhere. 


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Ananya S. Guha lives in Shillong, INDIA.

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